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Mar 2015
Almost midnight.
Walking on the beach
Close enough
Where footprints
Just
Wash away.

I wish you were walking right beside me.
Fingers laced.
The serenity.

It's beautiful looking out.
It's scary, but beautiful too.
The horizon
It's permanence.

Sadly these are the only times I look forward to the most.
Andrew
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Andrew  34/M/North Carolina
(34/M/North Carolina)   
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